Page 18 of Dancing With Desire

She stares down at the ground. “I don’t want to see either of them ever again.”

I brush my thumbs over her cheeks. “Soon, I’ll make that possible, mykrasota. Be patient.”

Her eyes find mine again, and we stare at one another silently. Her tongue darts out, wetting her lower lip, and I movemy face closer until I’m an inch away. “Did I tell you I miss you?” I whisper. I gently press my lips to hers, and when her eyes flutter closed, I deepen it, savouring the taste of her sweetness as my tongue dips into her mouth.

When we pull apart, her cheeks have reddened, and her eyes are full of lust. “It feels like forever since I’ve kissed you,” I murmur, brushing my thumb roughly over her swollen lips. She gasps, and I lower my hand to loosely grip her throat. “Forever since I’ve claimed that mouth,” I add, pushing my thumb between her lips until she sucks it into her mouth. I trail my other hand down her front, slipping it into her joggers to find her naked underneath. She gasps when my hand cups her. “Where is your underwear, mykrasota?” I whisper next to her ear, sliding my finger through her folds to find her wet.

“Dmitry, maybe we shouldn’t—” she begins to protest, but I move my hand to cover her mouth while I push my finger into her. She groans, the sound muffled against my palm.

“You’re wet for me, Victoria,” I tell her, withdrawing my hand and holding it up for her to see the wetness coating my fingers. “Now, be a good girl and take what I’m offering.” I shove my hand back into her joggers and rub her clit, gathering her juices and using it to make the friction faster. I keep her mouth covered and place my leg between hers so she’s forced to keep them apart while I bring her to orgasm. She grips the wrist of the hand covering her mouth, digging her nails into the skin there as she comes apart, shuddering and groaning.

When I’m satisfied the last waves are rippling through her, I release her mouth and go back to holding her throat. I bring my hand from between her legs and press a finger to her lips. She sucks it into her mouth, and I groan at the sexiness as her tongue swirls the digit. I pull it free and pop it in my own mouth, lapping the rest of her from my fingers. She watches through hoodedeyes, and I know if I was to drag her back to the dungeon now, she’d let me.

I step back and adjust my trousers to allow for the bulge there. “Let’s get you home,” I say, peering around the wall to find the coast clear. I grab her hand and lead her back towards the apartment.

We stop outside the building, and I turn to her. “Maybe we could have dinner,” I suggest, holding my breath as I wait for her to reply.

She drops my hand. “Actually, that’s not a good idea.”

Disappointment crushes me, and it’s a feeling I’m not used to. “Why?”

“Because,” she says, shrugging, “things might get confusing.”

“For me or for you?” I snap.

She looks disappointed and turns away. “Goodnight, Dmitry,” she mutters, but I grab her arm before she can head inside.

“We need to discuss so much,” I try.

“We’ve said all we need to.”

“No,” I snap, “you have. I haven’t said much at all, Victoria. We need to talk about the baby and the future.”

“Actually, Dmitry, I haven’t said nearly enough,” she spits angrily. “And I already told you, there is no future.”

“You just came on my hand,” I growl. “I don’t think we’re done.”

She pulls free from me. “It’s hormones,” she says defensively. “I’d have come on anyone’s hand had they shoved it in my joggers like you just did,” she snaps.

Anger pulses in my veins, and I have to take a step back. “Well, you make sure that never happens, Victoria,” I hiss, my tone warning.

She scoffs. “You think I’ll stay single forever?”

I close the gap between us, pushing my face to hers. “Yes, Victoria. It’s me or no one.”

Her eyes narrow, and I brace myself for her cutting words. “Sex is all we ever had,” she whispers angrily. “I can get that with anyone. One day, I’ll meet a man who will love me for who I am. He’ll embrace my crazy and never question my sanity.”

“You think I didn’t embrace the crazy?” I spit, “You gave me no fucking choice.”

“Well, now you’re free from it, Dmitry. Embrace that instead.” She marches away.

“We’re not over, Victoria,” I shout after her. “This isn’t it.”

“Distraction,” she yells back.

“You can’t fucking use it whenever you want me to go away,” I yell back. “I’m cancelling the safe word.”

“Goodnight, Dmitry,” she spits, going inside without looking back.

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